Yggdrasil

Myself and some friends were playing LoL, trolling unranked games like always for fun. we decided to go into a normal blind pick game, and who do we see in the loading screen? RiotGuinsoo and MsPudding, both of with are RIOT games employees and very famous in the LoL community.

We absolutely destroy them in game, having all kinds of fun. When they finally had enough, they surrendered to us, but because we were trolling and not being serious, We surrendered after they did, which causes the game to award them the win and us the loss. Troll surrender FTW!



Fun times are had when you're trolling normals.

Do you solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm that the information you shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
I suppose, if it'll get this over with sooner.

Name, sex, birth-date, age, and place of birth, please.
Cevin Todd, male, 19, here in london

What is your life story?
My story? Well here is the condensed version as I'd rather not get into anything really.

I've know about my powers since I was about 7 years old, and have been honing them ever sense. Nobody ever noticed my powers either, not like it would matter if they did, who would believe a 7 year old screaming that he say he saw another kid bending spoons with his mind, while they floated in the air?

I got older, nothing really changed. was still the same forgettable face, same middle child in your average upper middle class family. I should count myself as lucky to have such a decent upbringing, but that kind of life never suited me. I'd rather just be left to my own devices to do as I please, but it doesn't appear that i have that choice anymore does it?

What skills do you possess, excluding your powers?
Skills besides my powers? Does being completely forgetful to 99% of the population count as a skill? OH, I can be VERY determined when and IF I care enough to be determined about something.

What powers do you possess?
I'm a Pisonic, which means I posses telekinetic power and low level telepathy.  My telekinesis creates this neat little cushion of psionic force that surrounds me, and when I sense danger, that cushion “hardens” in the direction of the hazard. I call it a “psionic bubble”. It's also what allows me to manipulate objects with out touching them, but only at short ranges, about a 3 meter spherical radius. so as you can imagine, I won't be picking up anything if it doesn't fit within the “bubble”.

What is your "superhero" identity?
I'm to lazy to come up with one, just call me by my name if you have to call me anything.

Name:
Old Gods
Genre:
Fantasy
Background:
Before the days of existence, there were 5 gods: Leviathan, Golem, Fenrir, Iguion, Bahamut. Each one possessed control over the facets of nature, and thus together, the world and all its wonders were born. With time, the races of the world came into being. Seeing the potential that each possessed, the gods presented themselves to the races, and bestowed them with knowledge. The races began to build grand temples and devote their lives to the gods. This pleased the gods, save for Bahamut, who felt the people should spend their lives as they wished and should not waste time building large structures in his favor. As time went on, the knowledge that each race possessed grew, and soon they discovered magic. With magic, they could manipulate the elements in their rawest form. This angered the gods, save for Bahamut who was pleased they had all grown so much. In their wrath, the gods lashed out the races for their heresy, but Bahamut Intervened and fought against his brothers. Bahamut had claimed victory over the others, and imprisoned each of them in statutes within the void, the never ending abyss that gave birth to the gods. The aftermath of the battle however had split the land into several continents causing a separation of the races, but they prevailed, building ships so as to remain in contact. And so Bahamut retreated into slumber, only to awaken again should he be needed.


The old ways are gone. The races are no longer as close as they once were. The old magics have been replaced with new ones. The only link to the past lies in 4 small villages and few scattered lost temples. High above among the clouds lies the sky continent of Analore, the home of the Angels. Created during the great struggle, the Angels were to slaughter the heretics for their crimes. Because of Bahamut, they were never allowed to carry out the task they were created for. They have spent countless Millennia searching for a way to release the old gods and exact vengeance upon Bahamut and the heretics he spared.
Leaders:
Myself
Forums:
Old Gods - Adventure lies everywhere. Will you embrace the ways of the old gods, or will you embrace the new. Either way, take up arms and defend your kingdom and possibly the world.

World Census (contains the registration forms)
Tag:
Fantasy
RP List Descriptor:
Heavy drama, skill building based fantasy based in a large world filled with wondrous races, fantastic locals, and an ever changing plot of an impending apocalypse.

Name: Feniris

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Race: Magical beast

Character History: Feniris was the result of an experiment By a deranged Wizard. In an attempt to create a Familiar for himself to aid in his everyday tasks, the wizards unstable mentality caused him to screw up the ritual, and thus Feniris was born. He was to big to be deemed a proper Familiar to wizard, not to mention that he wasn't adept and walking on 2 legs because of the shape of his body. In terms of aiding the wizard with everyday tasks, Feniris was basically useless, but he contained an intelligence that made up for his lack of use. Feniris possessed a very curious mind (sometimes attributed to his feline-esq from) and is a very fast learner. He would watch the wizard fail in his experiments time and time again because of his older age, and when the wizard would sleep, he would read the tomes left strewn about the keep. Several years after his creation, the wizard succumbed to the after effects of one of his experiments, and passed on. Before he died though, he instructed Feniris to go out and explore the world, for his thirst for knowledge would never be quenched by staying with in the walls of the keep. And so he did.

For the last 5 years, Feniris has traveled the lands, learning all he could and along the way, aiding other travelers. Because he had no destination of his own, he would tag along with the travelers he met, conversing with them. He would also use his large size and brute feline strength to protect these travelers, as well as helping to aid them in a particular quest they might be on.

While he might not be so welcomed with in the walls of cities, he still can not pass up the chance to glance and explore the wonders.

Personality: Despite his large size, and frightening demeanor, he is a very friendly individual. He enjoys the company of others and can not resist the chance to accompany others in their adventures. He is fiercely loyal to his friends and companions, even if he only met them a few minutes prior, often leading to him getting severely hurt trying to protect them. He is especially fond of children, and loves to play games with them. He is at his most fierce when protecting them and/or women. He will not abandon others and always keeps his promises.

Appearance: He is very lion/tiger like in appearance, though bigger. He is dark brown in color with very feint, darker brown stripes running along his body. He has a mane that sweeps towards his back that covers the back and sides of his neck, but does not continue to the underside. He has light blue eyes and a very muscular frame. He is 6'6" at the shoulders, and 14'3" when standing on 2 legs. He weighs around a 1900lbs.

Skills: He is very intelligent, possessing critical thinking skills that surpass that of most humans and some other intelligent humanoids. he possesses the ability to speak and can learn new languages very easily. He does posses knowledge of the arcane arts, but due to his body being animal-esq, he lacks the ability to cast spells or use magics of any kind save for those that can be cast by sound. In this case, he can use magic with his roar by either magically amplifying the sound to stun or push others away, or to magically bolster and encourage his allies. his only spell which does not rely on sound, is his ability to heal. While he cannot heal serious wounds, he is able to remove the sensation of pain or heal minor wounds. When fighting, he relies on his feline brute strength and reflexes, using both his claws and teeth, which are the equivalent in durability to some of the toughest iron.

I want to go ahead and submit my own character if I can. Feel free to enter them in at any time as i know you guys are currently engaged in something already, myabe like a next chapter or something.

Anyway, hope you like/approve!! !!

Name: Wolfgar Von Geistjager

Age: Believed to be late in his late 20s (actual: 135)

Gender: Male

Race: Unknown do to his facial concealments (actual: Elf)

Character History: Wolfgar was raised and instructed in the typical ways and customs of the elves, but it never suited him much. He was constantly fighting with others, truant from his lessons (only learning how to use magic to enhance his dexterity, agility and speed passively), and was generally unreliable when asked to perform any kind of task. During his tribe's coming of age ceremony of ritualistic unarmed nonlethal combat designed to measure a young person's ability to adapt to a situation and bend it into their favor, he performed a most unforgivable deed. He killed his opponent. He had only touched the other boy, but his touch had managed to rend the boys spirit, destroying it, and killing the boy in the process. He terrified not only the spectators, but himself as well. When he was interrogated by a committee about his actions, he had stated that he had seen a foreboding presence around the other boy, and had attempted to put himself between them. He stated he only pushed the boy away from what it was he was seeing, but that was not the case. Through an unconscious act, he had perform a form of dark magic that his people had not used in thousands of years, the art of spirit assassination. Even though he perform the technique without realizing it, and he had no understanding of what his new abilities were or how to use them, It was determined that it he was a danger to everyone and was to be executed the following morning. That night while he sat in a cell alone shackled, a mysterious figure dispatched his guards, removed his bindings, and stealthy guided him out of the village. Without ever revealing who they were to him, or why they were doing this, they told him that from here on out, he was alone and must fend for himself in the outside world.

After leaving the safety of his village, Wolfgar began to wonder about, and always trying to learn how to access his new abilities. The abilities eluded him, and he could not figure out why. He instead decided to take up theft to help him survive. Using his natural elven and magic enhanced skills, he had performed some daring thefts and soon attracted the attention of a thieves guild. They presented him with 2 options, offer himself and his skills to the will of the guild, or die. They had not anticipated the fact that he had been on his own for 30 years, long enough for him to learn to master hand to hand combat, and become an expert with a short blade. He choose a different route, and with that choice, he assaulted and killed the guild's members. Those that had managed to escape, he hunted down and murdered, until only one remained. In a last ditch plee for his life, he offered him a deal. In exchange for his life, and a hefty amount of gold, he told Wolfgar of a job that would make him rich beyond his thoughts. The sense of greed he developed from being around humans for such a long time had gotten the best of him and he agreed. He took the job, but when he had arrived at the place he was told about, there was nothing, save for a rival thieves guild. They quickly attempted to kill him, but failed. When he returned to the man he let live, the man was gone and only a note remained. It was congratulating him on his first assassination job, and that there was an extra payment of gold to make up for the nonexistent treasure he was told about. Wolfgar found a new calling, and quickly developed a new persona in the criminal underground, “Grey shadow”.

Wolfgar began to conceal his face to prevent recognition, this also allowed him to refresh his career every 15 years. By his 115^th birthday though, it happened again. He was traveling through a town, the streets were crowded, but not just with people, but their spirit's as well. He could see the spirit of everyone around him. Not wanting to risk killing innocent people, especially when he would not make any money from doing so, he fled to an alley and stayed off the roads, only observing others from afar. He practiced trying to “shut it off”, being successful in making the spirits visible and invisible at will. And after trying his abilities out on a few of his marks, he learned to control the ability enough to choose whether to kill the target's spirit, or kill the target directly. He even learned to separate the target from their spirit without killing them, leaving them a shell of a being. His ability came at a cost though. After destroying a person's spirit, he becomes weak and disoriented, thus he must chose when it is acceptable to use this ability. He disappeared from the world, to further practice his skills, and spread the rumor that his current persona, “Death's Whisper”, had been killed, even collecting a bounty on it by providing the persona's effects as proof. By his 125^th birthday, he appeared again, his face concealed once more and his appearance changed. He chose for himself a new name, a mixture of his original name, and a new one he picked up . He now calls himself Wolfgar Von Geistjager, The Spirit assassin.

Personality: Wolfgar is very foreboding, distrustful of others, changes his mind as it pleases him, and is prone to assaulting those that annoy him. He does not kill for any reasons other than the accusition of monetary gain, personal defence, or the rare occasion of protecting an innocent that has done no wrong. He does not speak of himself much to others, and is very bad with the opposite sex, thus leading him to ignore them altogether, acting as if they're not actually there most of the time. He is terrible at making friends, usually prefering to not even try making any. He does posses a warped sense of justice, even though he is a cold blooded murderer, and will not take jobs in which the mark is one who has done no actual harm to anyone or has not commited any actual acts of evil. Dispite his off putting, cold and muderous personality, he is one person you would rather have on your side, or payroll, then as a person on the opposing side.

Appearance: In his latest get up, he conceal's his entire face, save for his eyes, by wearing a cloth skull cap that rest a top his eye brows and tapers back to cover his ears (this leads to people being unsure as if hes human, elf or any other human looking race). Covering the rest of his face is a scarf that wraps around from the back of his head, over his nose, and pasing once more around before hanging over his left shoulder in front of him. He wears a white sleeveless cloth shirt underneth a white leather chest plate. He wears a pair of black, very loose fitting pants and black elven shoes. He wears a black sash around his waist  that ties off on his right side with the access hanging down. The sash supports a scabbard for a short, straight single bladed sword that he wields expertly single handed. His arms sport a network of bizzare, black colored tattoos that appear to form glyphs of some sort (these same glyph like tattoos can be found on both legs and his chest and back). Hes of a moderate Build, not thin or heavily muscled, But fairly muscled. What skin that can be seen under his clothing and tattoos is tanned from sun exposure. On his hands, He wears a pair of black, opened finger gloves(they open at teh second kunckle) that have steel plates on the back of the hands. He's roughly 6'1" tall and weights about 185lbs with Piercing Grey eyes.

Skills: Wolfgar is an master at hand to hand combat and bladed combat, most notably his short bladed sword, thanks this century long life. His naturally graceful and acrobatic elf agility, dexterity and speed are enhanced permanently to higher levels passively by magic. This passive boost to his physical attributes makes him extremely hard to deal with in a fight. His speed is great enough that without an especially accute eye, He can go entirely unnoticed when moving. This means that In a fight, He is capable of attack numerous targets and leave before anyone can even put up a defense, let alone notice him. This also makes him extremely talented at stealth manuvers. However, this passive increase does not effect his strength. He holds a special ability forbbiden by his people, Spirit assassination. This ability allows him to use dark magics to not only see, but destory the spirit of his target with a single touch, killing the target and preventing them from being revived by any magics or from moving on to any kind of after life (a most unforgivable act amoung his people). He uses his ability to see the spirit of another in order to gage their character and strength, as the body reflects itself upon the spirit. He is also able to kill a person's spirit while keeping that person alive, but it leaves the person as a shell of person, aware, able to function, but unable to do anything coherently. Doing either of these leaves him drained, weak and disoriented for a long period of time (anywhere from 4 days to 3 weeks depending of the action performed), or nearly killing him if the target possess a particularly strong spirit, making him an easy target for some. Thus he reserves this ability only for the most notorious of marks. He has been trying to concieve a way to not destroy the spirit of his target, but to enslave it. He has been unsuccessful with this so far.